Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1102 198. I, Black, do bad things in an orderly manner and never mess up

   "What are you doing here? Why don't you go in?"

  On the southern coast of Desolace, the Nagfar floated under the sea in the morning light, and the smelly pirate who was moving on the deck saw an orc ship moored ahead at a glance.

   It was one of Maim's ships, temporarily seconded to the orc shaman Drek'Thar.

   They came here yesterday, to enter the Centaur Holy Land Spear Valley to investigate the mysterious Maraudon, but it has been almost a day, and the ship has not yet landed.

The stinky pirates, dissatisfied with their sluggishness, grabbed one of the Naglfar's ropes and swung over as the ghost ship approached the orc ship, landing a light roll in the air beside Drek'Thar .

   He crossed his hips and said to the blindfolded old orc shaman:

   "Don't tell me that you, a legendary shaman who has experienced the elemental age of Draenor, still can't feel the convergence of elements under Maraudon."

   "Of course I can feel it."

   Drek'Thar, who was wearing a double axe at his waist, shook his head. From the side of the ship, he looked at the valley surrounded by mountains above the distant coast. He said:

   "I'm just standing here, and I can hear the roar of the earth.

   The vitality of this land has been taken away, and the elemental power has been unbalanced. That is the call from the higher-level earth elements. This land cannot even resist this kind of extraction, it can only endure it silently.

  Trust me, Lord Black, I am more than willing to do what I can to save this land.

   But it’s hard to do it on me alone, I need help. "

   "Didn't I find help for you?"

  Black looked back around the deck in surprise and asked:

   "Didn't Magatha Grimtotem come over?

   Although she is stubborn and extremely arrogant, and believes in the narrow and stupid concept of tauren supremacy, she is indeed a powerful shaman, and she also wants to save Desolace in her own way.

  Although I humiliated her in front of her clan, in the face of Desolace's survival, she should not hold grudges to cover up petty grudges.

   And what about soulwalker Noir?

   Didn't he come too?

  Where are the others? "

   "The two of them went to the coast to talk to the savage centaurs in the territory of the Malodi tribe."

   Drek'Thar said with a hint of apprehension:

"We arrived here yesterday evening, but the centaurs guarding the Holy Land refused our approach. After Lord Ebonhorn displayed the mighty Hammer of Khaz'Gross, Lady Magatha volunteered to take Lord Ebonhorn to the spear. Valley.

   She thought that with this holy hammer in hand, the two of them could easily raze all the warriors of the Malodi tribe.

   But I've waited here so far and there's no sign of a fight, and the centaurs haven't let go of the way, and I suspect both of them have been held by the centaurs. "

   "How dare the centaurs detain them?"

  Blake was stunned when he heard it, and he complained:

   "Heijiao is lucky if they don't eat them all as snacks. That antler bull is a very powerful lunatic, whoever dares to steal the holy hammer in his hand will suffer.

  To tell the truth, even I dared not hit him.

   This must be something that those two guys made a fuss about in the Valley of Spears, let's go and have a look. "

  Black shouted to the orc sailor who was driving the boat, and the boat that was docked off the coast quickly docked. The terrain here is still a good pier.

   is that the area is a bit small.

When the ship docked, the strong and brave centaurs on the shore immediately moved into action. Under the scolding of a centurion, more than a dozen centaur warriors took off the huge bone bows they carried, and Hooked up sharpened arrows.

  The five orcs who took the initiative to protect Drek'Thar immediately clenched their weapons, just waiting for the ship's order, and they were going to fight these centaurs.

   But Drek'Thar reached out and held down the battle axe raised by Garrosh beside him.

  The old shaman shook his head at them, motioning them to be quiet.

  The smelly pirate next to the shaman coughed a few times, stood on the side of the ship, and shouted to the barbarians below in centaur:

   "Hey, you guys, get out of the way! My subordinates entered your territory yesterday and they haven't come back yet. I doubt that you caught them and ate them.

   Get your elder over here, I want to have a good talk with him.

   Those two trash tauren died, but the stone hammers in their hands must be returned to me! Otherwise, you won't have the good fruit of your Malodi tribe to eat! "

   The centaur, who was ready to attack, was a little confused.

  They must have their own language as a civilization that has been entrenched in Desolace for nearly a thousand years, but because they are barbarians, few foreigners can learn their obscure language.

  Kane can speak a few centaurs, but only for the most basic of communication. Blake's fluent and unaccented shouting is something these guys have never seen before.

   But being able to communicate saves a lot of things.

The centurion who led the centaurs to guard the coast raised his hand and told the other soldiers to put down their bone bows first. This guy, wearing a dirty leather hat, took a few steps forward, leaning on a heavy halberd, and confronted Black. shout:

   "We didn't eat those two daring cows! The Malodi tribe is different from other cannibal clans, we have our bottom line, and we haven't left the sacred Valley of Spears for nearly two hundred years.

   Your people are talking to our prophet elders.

   They said they could help us.

   We also tried to contact your ship, but those stupid greenskins on this ship couldn't understand us, is your name Blake Shaw?

  The tauren who carried the holy relic with antlers said, You are a wise man.

   He promised that you could solve all our troubles. If you are indeed Black, then you come with us, the Prophet Elders are waiting for you. "

"Um?"

  Black looked back at Drek'Thar and Orc Wu Xiao in surprise, and asked in a low voice:

   "These centaurs said they contacted you, but you ignored them?"

   "They have been screaming and screaming for a long time in the early morning."

   Sora, the tallest female warrior in the five small orcs, leaned on a battle axe and said in an awkward tone:

   "But we didn't understand, and thought they were going to attack the ship. For the safety of Elder Drek'Thar, we drove the ship off the coast."

   "It's not our fault."

   Garrosh scratched his head and whispered:

   "Their roars are exactly the same as their battle roars, only ghosts can understand."

   "Oh, you mean, I'm a ghost?"

  Black stared at Garrosh with a sullen face, he kicked the little **** who couldn't speak, and cursed:

"Go, go, take your friends and go to the inland to help the war, your father and your clan are also there, looking at your father's appearance, this battle is almost abolished, if you want to challenge him, you can hurry up."

   "I'm not going."

   Garrosh gritted his teeth and said angrily:

   "He said I was a waste, oh, that butcher still has the face to say that I am a shame!"

   "You should go, you should all go."

  The old orc shaman who had not spoken all the time spoke up and persuaded:

   "Although you may not be recognized by Hellscream, at least you can be accepted by the orcs of the Warsong clan, as well as Sora and Dranosh, your fathers are also fighting the centaurs, this is a rare opportunity.

  A large part of our orcs' feelings are pinned on the common weal and woe that we fought together. You grew up in Nagrand, and Grandma Gaia was a respectable pacifist, which was missing from your education.

   Go.

   It is useless for you to stay here. "

   Under the persuasion of the old shaman, the five orcs summed up and felt that the stinky pirates were about to negotiate with this group of centaurs, and it was really useless to stay here with their own IQ.

   Anyway, they didn’t understand, so they might as well go out and chop a few centaurs to practice their craftsmanship, so they quickly rode on the bipedal dragon supported by the Tauren and flew towards the inland battlefield.

   "Oh, I still have to learn from you in terms of childcare."

  Black said to Drek'Thar as he got off the board:

   "Although everyone's purpose is to keep them from making trouble, but you can see that I can't say such a nice thing to make the five little **** obedient, and I don't think it's an offense to their poor IQ.

  If I come, I will kick them out a few times. "

"You think too much."

  The old shaman held the side of the boat and walked down the shore with his **** wolf like a blind man. He whispered:

   "I just have a premonition that you will use your dark wisdom to convince the Malodi clan again, and I don't want to contaminate the great chieftains of our next era of orcs with such dark thinking.

   Orc brains are not suitable for 'deep' thinking like yours.

   I'm just afraid that they only learned your evil, but not your wisdom, and that would be an outright disaster. "

   "They can learn."

   Black shrugged and said:

   "As long as they're willing to pay the course fee, I'd love to teach them a full set of dark wisdom. Well, Garrosh doesn't matter, the Hellscream are allergic to wisdom and intolerance to cunning, so don't let him waste money.

  It is not easy for his father to hack people to make money. "

"Hahaha"

   In the next second, the two unscrupulous guys laughed at the same time. It seems that Drek'Thar also recognized Black's description of the Hellscream family.

  The two were guarded by the centaurs of the Malodi tribe as they entered the Valley of Spears.

  The centaur sanctuary has now assembled an army, and all the small clans attached to the Malodi clan are patrolling around, beware of the desolation of the war extending into their sacred tombs.

   But what the centaur centurion on the coast said should be true. Blackhorn and Magatha, who entered the Valley of Spears last night, were not in danger, but were treated as honorable guests.

  The guards led Black and the old Frostwolf shaman to the bottom of the mountain in the Holy Land of Marathon. In a huge tent, they saw the black horn who was eating and drinking.

   and Magatha, who is a little anxious and a little angry.

   The black dragon disguised as a tauren held a berry in his hand and waved to Black very friendly. On the other side of the table full of fruits and meat were three prophets and elders of the Malodi tribe.

   From the centaur's point of view, they are very old.

  The teeth are almost gone, and the horse's mane on their heads has turned gray, and there are even signs of baldness. They wear white veils to cover their slightly fierce **** mouths, and only show their eyes to look at the visitor.

   Three pairs of eyes are cloudy.

   But if you look closely, the dim old eyes occasionally flash with the light of older wisdom.

  The Marodi tribe, the guardian of the Holy Land, is different from other centaur clans. They do not have war khan, and they worship the wisdom of prophets.

   This also led to the Marodi tribe being cast aside as a "weak alien" in the centaur society. Their power was the weakest of the four tribes, and their territory was limited to Spear Valley and nearby areas.

   If it wasn't for the Malodi tribe who shouldered the mission of guarding the Holy Land Cemetery a long time ago and kept the holy relics leading to the Maraudon Holy Land, they would have been annexed by their ruthless compatriots long ago.

   "I persuaded them with your series of great deeds."

  Soul Walker Noir put the berries in his mouth into his mouth, licked his fingers, and said to Blake, who was sitting carelessly at the table:

   "I showed them the power of the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, and they also confessed to me the current crisis of the Malodi clan. In fact, the war we waged in Desolace saved them by accident.

   Without our intervention, the other three centaur clans would soon launch an attack on the Valley of Spears. "

   "Huh? Why is that?"

  Black took two apples from the table and handed one of them to the blind orc shaman, who took a bite and asked:

   "I guess, something happened to Marathon?"

"According to them, it was not long ago that an evil satyr stole the relic preserved by the Malodi clan, slipped into Maraudon, and used evil magic to awaken the spirit of the ancient khan in the mausoleum and a Batch of ancient dead souls.

   also spread dark pollution in Maraudon's sacred caves, called bloodthirsty plants and demon servants, and has completely occupied the road to the Holy Land of the Centaurs. "

  Soul Walker said slowly:

   "This news has been kept under wraps, but somehow the other three clans knew about it, and the war khans who wanted to annex the Malodi clan found the best excuse.

   If it wasn't for you and your conspiracy to suddenly appear, I'm afraid this place will be razed to the ground in the near future.

  Because of the Holy Hammer of Khazgros, they asked me to help them purify the Holy Land. I recommended you, the omnipotent, to them. I believe that you also have your own arrangements for centaurs.

   You really have, right? "

   "Of course I have! I would also like to thank you for your trust in me, my dear Noire."

   Black grinned and said:

   "Seriously, I'm afraid you'll go crazy and eat all the centaurs here for dinner. Well, it seems that Lady Magatha gets along well with you."

  The smelly pirate glanced at Magatha Grimtotem again, and said in a long voice:

   "That, Lady Magatha, I suggest you stay away from my powerful and mysterious brother Ebonhorn, he just looks like a tauren, and his insides will scare you.

   Also, he doesn't like a charismatic tauren lady like you, his taste is rather 'unique'. "

   "Well said, very precise, great."

  Black Horn held the handle of the stone hammer at his waist, stared at Black, and said seriously:

   "You can say a few more words, I love listening to it."

  Black pretended not to see the eyes of Noire's "Nucshan", he turned his head to look at the three centaur elder prophets next to him, coughed a few times, and said in standard centaur language:

   "I don't know what happened in Maraudon, but I think you already know what's going on in Desolace. The Marodi tribe has always respected wisdom, which is a very beautiful virtue.

I really appreciate.

   And I, who started this war, did not regard the Malodi clan as an enemy, I think you have already felt the goodwill I unleashed.

so.

  Let's make a long story short, I started the war to destroy Desolace in tandem, but I also prepared an answer for this war. "

  The smelly pirate took another bite of the apple, squinted his eyes and said to the three elders:

   "Clan Malodi, are you interested in establishing a centaur royal court?

   A unified civilization that unifies all the clans of Desolace, with you as the ruling class and guided by wisdom rather than brute force. If you don't understand what I mean, then I'm asking a little simpler.

   The Malodi clan, who admire wisdom and know how to atone for sin.

  You guys, are you interested in ruling Desolace? "

   (end of this chapter)